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My dad growled in a commanding tone, making West fall to his knees. " I am so sorry, My king. I didn't mean to overstep. I was only doing my job. Your great-great-grandfather assigned the werewolf council to make sure no one was mistreated in any pack," West said as he kept his head low, not daring to look my father in the eye. My great-great-grandfather is the one who created the werewolf council. They were supposed to make sure everyone was treated fairly in every pack, no matter what their ranking.

It was obvious that he wasn’t in a good mood, war was looming around the corner and he didn’t even know anything about the people that were threatening to attack. Herrick adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat and began. “Good day ladies and gentlemen,” he started and paused a little bit for the audience to respond. “The White Wolf is more than just a myth. Infact, it’s not a myth at all, it is very very real. They are a rare breed of werewolf, born with unmatched strength and abilities. Their power is said to rival even the strongest alphas in the werewolf world.” He paused for a few seconds again and allowed what he had just passed across to really digest into the audience.

I asked, finding it hard to believe. "Yeah, because I am one." Derek told an unbelievable truth... "No! You're a human like myself." Ilet go of my wooden spoon... "Really? Then tell me what happened last night was ordinary.". He left me to answer, but when I couldn't give any response, he continued, "Sarah, I am a Werewolf, but I am cursed, and I need an antidote to cure me from losing myself.". . He looked at Justin with a sad counterance. I wasn't understanding anything, and so I asked, "What curse? And what was the ritual for?".I asked him another question...

The first werewolf died at 3:17 PM. His name was Marcus Forty-Seven, and he'd been one of the strongest of the clones—a natural leader who had taken to modern life with an enthusiasm that would have been heartwarming if it weren't also slightly terrifying. He'd been the first to successfully operate a smartphone. The first to order delivery pizza. The first to understand that the metal boxes with wheels were called "cars" and you weren't supposed to fight them.

Meanwhile, Chloe gave birth to a pup with pure golden fur, and suddenly her home was overflowing with admirers praising her husband’s powerful bloodline. Humiliated, Damian turned vicious. He berated me constantly, furious that he hadn’t chosen Chloe instead. In the Alliance, werewolf bloodlines fell into four ranks: Omega Black Werewolves, Beta Gray Werewolves, Alpha Silver Werewolves, and Golden Lycans. Each rank was divided further into low, average, and high categories.

Zayden. He was a titan among them. He didn't just fight; he dominated. With a single, powerful snap of his jaws, he sent the grey wolf tumbling across the clearing. But the other two wolves didn't retreat. They circled him, their eyes glowing with a feral, subordinate hunger. "Enough!" a voice boomed—not from a mouth, but seemingly from the very air. Kaelira watched, her knees knocking together, as the three attacking wolves began to... change.

Unsure at first she crinkled her nose, but the scent soon grew so strong and unmistakable. Tara shifted her gaze to the thick undergrowth and trees by the left of the gravesite several hundred meters away. She caught three human shapes hidden inside the bush, away from sight. Anger surged through her, making her shiver visibly. The impossible had happened. Wolves! Werewolves have somehow entered into the country escaping their radar, and they even had the guts to come to her grandmothers’ burial!

"You don't seem to me as a deaf person, so I suppose that you must have heard when I told you that the person you're requesting of is my slave… except if you're requesting for another Hillary, and not Hillary Hunter." "Well, I've heard from my sources that you've taken her as your slave and I'm not going to be unreasonable about this. So, I'm here to make you an offer." I smiled, regardless of the loud thumping of my heart. "I'm all ears, Mr. Alpha." "For nearly nighteen years, my pack have been resisting your rule. We consist of almost three hundred healthy werewolves and we are highly resourceful." "So what is the offer?" I asked impatiently.

Thank you :) So, Werewolves in this story reside in packs, like normal wolves, but they live in modern houses, and do things that other people do. But here they have rankings, similar to a pack. Alpha, is the head of the pack. The highest werewolf. Beta is the second in command, almost as powerful as the Alpha, but the Alpha is obviously superior. Then comes gamma, the third in command, and then delta, fourth in command.

Darin frowned at Peter on hearing this but Peter gave him a reassuring smile that he knew what he was doing. “West is a very powerful which under the influence of the most dangerous werewolf, the alpha of the blood moon pack. He is well known to be greedy and treacherous, I believe he wants something of great value from Darin. Peter dear, you don’t want to get involved with him, just steer clear of his path or you would be begging for your life.” Wendy said. “Please, help me find out what West and his werewolf want with Darin. It would help in convincing me.” Peter said.